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Greetings, everyfurry! Sorry that we have not posted in a while. Lots of things have been happening here at Casa Furry Bambino, so I will give you a brief update.

Mom dug up some dirt in the front yard and planted some stuff.

The nice people who live next door adopted a tuxedo kitten!

Mom and Dad went to visit Gramma and Grampa in August.  Mom and Dad took Cookie and Caramel with them.  Mom and Dad and Gramma went to a festival called a “Llama Plop”.

Grampa had surgery in August, so Mom and Dad visited Gramma and Grampa again.

Introoder kitty, AKA “Blackberry” has been introoding in our back yard!

Mom and Dad visited our friend Tammy Faye while her parents were out of town.

Mom and Dad visited our new friends, Clarence and Alabama, while their parents were out of town.

We’ll tell you more about each of these exciting events in our next few posts.  Just wanted to let ya’ll know we’re still blogging!

And, we have a Big Announcement. Coming soon to a Furry Bambino blog near you.

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Honestly, ya’d think they never get fed!

When the fosters first got here, we got fed separately.  We big kittehs got fed downstairs in the kitty feeding room (AKA fambly room) in peace and privacy.  The fosters got fed upstairs in their room.

However, now that the fosters Cookie and Caramel Hoover and Oreck have been mingling with us for the past month, we all get fed downstairs. Either the COG (Can Opener Guy) or the COL (Can Opener Lady) prepares our food for us in the kitchen. The big kittehs eat in the kitty feeding room. The fosters are fed in the human feeding room.

Well, we big kittehs like to TASTE our food, savor it, ya know?  But Hoover and Oreck just suck down their food and then come over to our bowls for more.  While we’re still eating!!

Just read these quotes from the Oreck and Hoover web sites:

It [Oreck] is so light and not hard to carry. It has very good suction, and I feel like it is getting my rug clean. It adjusts from room to room automatically.

… great performance in a little package! … it [Hoover Nano Lite] has great suction …

… my Oreck is so easy to use and light weight and feels as though it is self propelled.

Tell me kittehs, does this describe Caramel and Cookie, or what?

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Thanks to all of you who stopped by for our House Trashing Party!  Mom and Dad really have some cleaning up to do!

In other news, yesterday morning Meerkat, Padre, and I were on Mouse Patrol!  I managed to wriggle my way into the fireplace (through a closed fireplace chain-link screen) to sniff the mousie out.  Upon my triumphant return following the mousie into the living room, I expected to receive praise and accolades for my bravery and mousing acumen.

Nope.  Instead, Mom grabbed me, and she and Dad gave me a BATH.  A human-style shower.  Complete with running water.  In the kitchen sink.

Apparently, they didn’t think I could lick myself clean.  Mommy was upset that I was no longer a tuxedo kitty, but a black cat.  (Not that there’s anything wrong with being a black cat.)

After getting me thoroughly saturated, Dad wrapped me in a soft towel and dried me off.

But I still needed to groom my furs back into place.  Especially my tail furs.

So I settled in the fambly room and began the process of realigning my furs into position. Padre was more freaked out about the whole bath thing than I was.  He came over to give me a good sniff.

Grooming grooming grooming …

Luckily, Meerkat and Padre continued the pursuit of the mousie after I was waylaid by the bath.  When Dad tried to resecure the fireplace, that’s when he finally saw the mousie.  Padre and Meerkat told Dad to just grab the mousie in his teeths.  Instead, Dad left the scene to retrieve his human style mouse catching equipment (plastic tub and flattened Cheerios box).  Dad captured the mousie in the corner of the living room.

Meerkat inspected the mousie in the plastic container.  You can tell she is really craving a taste of mouse between her teeth and gums.

Then Dad went outside and released the mousie into the garden.

I am plotting my revenge for the bath, and for the release of the mousie …

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Hi Everyfurry!!! Thanks to the Cat Blogosphere and to you kitties who REMEMBERED to blog for our purrthday. Meerkat and I appreciate your comments and birthday wishes.

Mom and Dad have been rotten parents lately. They claim that they have been too busy to help us blog.  And they even missed blogging on our Purrthday on May 16!!!  Well, you know what that means.

House.

Trashing.

Par-tay!

You are all invited over to Casa Furry Bambino for a house trashing party. (Although, we have to admit, the house looks pretty messy already.)

Mom is on “vaCATion” from her day hunting gig. Note, the center of the word vacation is CAT, which means that her time off should center around US. Well, that does not seem to be happening.

Dad pretty much works at home lately, but we think that they will be busy outside. Yesterday, a superbig room that moves showed up and horked a big pile of dirt in the driveway:

Pile O Dirt

Ya’d think Mom and Dad would be upset, but noooo! They actually paid for the horking of the dirt. Go figure. Anyway, they apparently will be busy moving the dirt off the driveway. So they probably won’t notice a few dozen extra cats hanging out inside!

They did remember to give us a present that all three of us have to share:

The Tower is a Big Hit

C’mon over to try it out:

Meerkat is Queen of The Tower Padre Sniffs Tentatively

See you at the party!

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Mom Here: Those of you with weak stomachs should skip this post.

Panda Bear Here: Mom made me let her say that. What a wuss!

OK, so if some kitty eats food, and the food goes to their tummy, it’s still food, right?

Well, then, if some kitty’s tummy decides to hork up that food, it’s still food, right?

So what’s wrong if some other kitty (like me) decides to sample that pile of hork? It’s still food, right? I dare say it is the epitome of Stinky Goodness.

For some reason, Mom and Dad try to deter me from sampling hork piles. They just don’t understand good cuisine.

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Greetings kittehs!  It was very loud here at Casa Furry Bambino last night.  This is why:

Something about winning The Big Game and going to The Super Bowl.  (I guess you can tell where Mom grew up.)  She made me wear that Terrible Towel thing after the game was over.

What I wanna know is, how much Stinky Goodness would fit inside a Super Bowl?